Dora's Bunk.

I walked into my designated cabin and found a free bunk. I sighed and sat down next to my bag.
Homer chimed in to my left, "This my dear, is an extraordinary place. You're bound to find some people here who will... accept your differences."
"Thanks Homer. I appreciate that." I said dryly.
"He didn't mean that." Alexander cooed, "Homer just struggles with words." Ugh, here they go again... Homer and Alexander began to argue. Besides the voices in my head, the cabin was silent. "Oh just shut up." I snapped quickly. "I want to go to sleep." I grumbled and rested my head on the bunk to rest as the ghosts went silent.

There was a bright flash of light outside the Minor Underworld Gods cabin door, and there stood Hermes, god of messengers and all that, whistling softly to himself as he rifled through his bag full of... stuff. Stuff to deliver for the gods -- and here, he had a sword for one Dora Price, daughter of Thanatos. It had a leather sheath on so it wouldn't cut up all the other things in Hermes's bag; he thanked Hephaestus silently that the bag was much larger in the inside than the outside, or else he'd have a sword sticking out of his side. Hermes pushed open the door slowly and stepped inside, holding the sword by the handle as he glanced around the cabin.

Dora, Dora.... Aah, there she was. The messenger god crept over to the girl's bunk, where apparently she was sleeping at the moment, and glanced at the little tag with her name on it: "To Dora Price, from Thanatos." Cute. He could've waited until Christmas, but cute. Hermes leaned the sword against the wall, where Dora would see it if she sat up, and then crept out of the dark cabin, where he disappeared in another flash of light after shutting the cabin door.